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January 30, 2002

Isn't she HOT?!?

Happy Birthday Celly McFae!

Yes, today is my sweetheart's 40th birthday! Mad hugs and kisses go out to her on this special day. It's been an incredible four months. Wow, four months. Sometimes is seems like longer, sometimes it seems like we met only yesterday. For the curious among you, we're very happy and both looking forward to this lasting a very, very long time. I only wish I was with her to celebrate but we'll get to that this weekend. Hehehehe.





Beauty is pain

Happy Birthday, Snipeyhead!!

Today is also the birthday of that little, orange-haired, bundle of attitude, snarkiness and leather... Alison! The Webmistress to the Wenches! Kilt Checker Wannabe! The Snipe! The Bytch that Bytes! Rusty! The Booger Queen! The Leather Goddess! Aethelflaed! An ex-Southern Belle! Goddess of the Gravy Breakfast!

Yeah, I know I said the same things last year, but a classic never dies. *g*

~ 3 coins donated



Checking in...

January 28, 2002

Yes, I'm still alive and kicking. Although lately I seem to have more in common with the kickee than the kicker. I don't really have the energy or time to post anything exciting right now, but I will try to do so tomorrow. Right now I'm just trying to stay awake until I can leave work, go home and crawl into bed.

Tune in tomorrow!

~ What's your 2 pence?



Lifestyle Metamorphosis

January 15, 2002

Well, there's good news and bad news; which do you want first?

Good News:
I know it's only been a day, but I am still determined to be the studly, svelte sex god that I know I can be. (BTW, I'm starting this little endeavor at 309 lbs. I don't have a specific weight I want to be instead I want to get to a particular size and degree of health.) By most outside standards I haven't done great in my new lifestyle over the last couple of days. However, I have never been one to be a slave to other people's standards. Because of my whole "blood clot, protein C deficiency, take Coumadin for the rest of my life" thing, I can't make drastic changes to my diet. I have to do it slow so that my body has time to get used to it. I did manage to ask myself "Will this food help, hinder, or hurt me in my quest for studliness?" everytime I started to eat or drink something. None of my choices fell into the "hurt" catagory.

Oh I'm well aware that you may disagree and say, "But GarGar, shouldn't you have had a nice green salad instead of that grilled chicken sandwhich for lunch?" Don't think I can't hear you mumbling out there. To you, I say "Nay gentle reader, for as big a fan as I am of the nice green salad, taking in that much Vitamin K (while good and healthy for most people, it's not for me. Vitamin K is very concentrated in green veggies and promotes blood clotting) in when I'm not used to it would likely cause my leg to swell or send me running to the hospital. Granted I could have had a ton of fresh fruit, and while it might not have the same effect as a nice green salad, I'm not really sure what it would do. The best thing for me to do is change one meal or area of consumption at a time.

So this week is all about breakfast. I had a yogurt and a banana when I got to work this morning and another banana at about mid-morning. I'm not sure what I'll be having this afternoon for a snack, but you can bet it won't be anything from Hostess!

Bad News:
My credit card number was lifted somehow last month and as a result I cancelled it. The problem arises in the fact that I still haven't received my new credit card number in almost a month. Which means my fees for domain hosting have effectively bounced and they don't take, "But my credit company hasn't gotten me my new card yet!" as a viable reason for non-payment. *sigh*

I did call the credit company and very politely remind them that I was *still* waiting for that card, stressing that I have bills to pay. I didn't point out if I had known it would take 14 years to get a new card, I would have made other arangements. They also wouldn't give me the new card number over the phone so I couldn't call my hosting company and have them change my billing information over the phone. But what's done is done and unfortunately it looks like my site will be down for the rest of the week. Just as soon as I have the information I'll get the castle back online. Hopefully by then I'll have more news regarding my "Lifestyle Metamorphosis".

Mmmm... although maybe I should pick a different term -- one that doesn't sound like I'm having elective surgery to remove primary sexual characteristics.

~ 3 coins donated



Where I Get Rid Of The Negatives

January 13, 2002

I had a rather interesting weekend. No, I didn't go on a safari or even out of town. Hell, I practically didn't leave my house all weekend. What I did do is remember some lessons that I learned when I was younger but for some reason had forgotten. Two women reinforced these "epiphanies" of mine.

One finally came around and crossed an abyss that was preventing open and meaningful communication with someone she loves. The other didn't communicate with someone she professed to love. Two different women, each dealing with communication in her own way and each getting radically different results.

You define your own reality. What I mean by this is that if you believe something is true, then it is or will become true. Mostly you hear that sort of thing at self-help seminars and movie trailers. And I must admit that one of the things that reminded me of this was a book I was reading on Saturday. Yes, a self-help type book now shaddup and let me finish.

I guess the reason that this struck me so hard is that everyday I seem to come up with some excuse as to why I can't work out or why I can't pass up that pizza, sub or cupcake. I was creating my own reality and sabotaging my own health and happiness. Well, let me tell you, that shit stops right now. I am effectively removing the word "can't" and all its negative little cousins from my vocabulary.

I also realized that I was doing the same thing with my relationship. I was looking for reasons why it couldn't work. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and to be disappointed as I have been so many times in the past. And that, gentle reader, is NOT the way to go about having a productive, supportive and loving relationship. Be it business, friends, lovers, or a marriage.

Reliving the past only succeeds in making you a victim. This thought goes hand in hand with the other one. I would remember how I haven't been able to lose the weight I wanted or how I didn't reach the goals I had set for myself or how I couldn't pass up that extra helping of gravy on my food. I was basing my chances for future success on the failures of the past. And once again, that is NOT the way to get things done.

Yes, I was doing the same thing in my relationship. I was haboring a deepseated fear that I would eventually get hurt because that's what had always happened before. Now I'm not going to get into how people in my past had let me down because that's not what this is about. It's about the fact that I have been letting the past make my decisions and define my reality. That too, stops now.

I have always believed that the key to substain relationships and foster love is communication. Whether that relationship is with yourself, another or your deity. Silence may be golden but it can also create a breach that only communication can bridge.

~ 1 coin donated



Three Ravens Launch Party! Be there!

January 12, 2002

Pirates! Privateers! Salty Dogs and SeaWenches! You've been dying to get into garb again… here's your chance. Time is quickly running out to purchase your ticket to the ShipLaunch Party of the Three Ravens… It's a pirate-style feast to benefit Breast Cancer Research. Get more information Here!

Come sing shanty songs lead by The Ships Company; frolic with the bawdy lyrics of In Our Cups; be mesmerized by the magical motion of bellydancing by Sparkling Emerald Cleya; enjoy the rousing stringed ministrations of Cat and the Fiddle Morris and get your piratanical booty shaking to the rousing voices of the Pyrates Royale.

The $35.00 ticket pays for a full buffet with all the tasty beverages you could desire, a full night of entertainment, the opportunity to participate in a raffle of items from local artisans and vendors, and your chance to do your part to save the women you love by funding breast cancer research and early detection screening. 100% of the profits go toward supporting the fundraising efforts of our local #42 wenches (TeamWench) participating in the Avon 3-Day Walk from Baltimore to Washington in May 2002. Order your tickets now! NO tickets will be sold at the door: Email Lori Beard. Paypal, Checks (made out to "Lori Beard") and Cash accepted OR: give a check or cash to one of the members of TeamWench as you see them:

Lynne Durdrich (LynneD);
Katherine Conlon (PubMistress Katherine);
Lynda McCann (Vyxen);
Ani; or
Jaime Kamin (Flame).
WHEN:Saturday, February 2, 2002 @ 7:30 – 11:00 pm
WHERE:"DeadMans Drop Inn" aka Adelphi Mill
8402 Riggs Road Adelphi, MD 20783
WHAT TO BRING:Feastgear! Feastgear! Feastgear! Bring it, or eat with your hands.
Ducets! Moolah! Cash! All you can carry... raffle tickets will be sold on-site.

Prove yourself worthy of an eyepatch and a peg leg… do your part to save the lasses'... err... assets.

SAVE THE BOOBIES!

~



New Year Wishing...

January 10, 2002

I've been trying to think of something interesting to write about this week but the only thing that currently occupies my wee brain is the distinct lack of snow in the Washington DC Metro area. Despite two fairly major storms passing scant inches from this area, we still don't have a single flake.

Now I know those of you that did get snow are thinking that I should count myself lucky for being able to avoid the slush, the sand and salt damage to my vehicle and the much dreaded snow-shoveling. Well, I do. My back is still a little tender and I don't think it would be good for me at all to be shoveling snow. (Much easier to shovel shit right here from the comfort of my swivel chair for you, my loyal reader!)

Still, I like snow. I miss snow. I want to feel the feathery cold flakes brush my cheek and melt on my tongue. I want to sit for hours and watch the Mother Nature pull a thick comforter of white over herself. I want to hear my son ask for the thousandth time in an hour if I will take him sledding. I want to pass on the highly secretive knowledge of snowman construction from one generation of Free Snow-Masons to the next. I want to come inside the house, after having been outside so long that my cheeks are red and my nose numb, and have hot chocolate with marshmellows, a grilled cheese sandwhich and a bowl of Campbell's Home Cookin' Chicken Soup with Broad Egg Noodles. I want to fall asleep while lying on the floor in front of the television watching Movies For Guys Who Like Movies and warmed by a fire burning merrily in the fireplace.

*sigh* Maybe next week...

~ 2 coins donated



January Birthday party @ Jillian's

January 8, 2002

Get yer funky groove on, baby!Saturday night was Danicia's birthday gathering at the Jillian's near Baltimore, MD. Celly (previously known as MyKaren) came up from NC despite the 16 feet of snow that they got earlier in the week. She didn't bring any with her though because we STILL haven't seen a flake of snow here! But I digress...

We went to Arundel Mills Mall a little early so we could walk around and window shop. I had been to Jillian's once before but never made it out into the actual mall. Dueling KarensThere are a lot of nice stores there, mostly like any other mall, but the one that bears mentioning is the hunting, camping and fishing store known as Outdoor World (pun fully intentional, thankyouverymuch). I don't even like hunting or fishing; and I haven't been camping in at least 10 years but this store is just so cool! They have a big wilderness diorama right in the middle of the store that goes from floor to ceiling. It also contained not one, but two moose. Next to that was a carnival like shooting range. To the left of the diorama, there seemed to be part of a building (it looked like some kind of hunting shack) but we didn't get to explore any further because we had reservations for dinner at Jillian's Hibachi Grill.

Gareth and XanAfter dinner we headed over to the bowling area to meet up with the rest of the celebrants. Many hellos, introductions and hugs occurred. Soon after we got there, the party that was using the middle space (there is an area out between the lanes, kinda like a pier, where you can go out and sit) left so we went out and secured it for our own.Ani's evilness shines through About half of the group bowled and the rest of us stayed out in the middle of the lanes enjoying the blacklight. I don't remember who it was but someone mentioned that it was like sitting in the middle of a shooting range.

Sorry, I didn't take very many pictures this time. I didn't bowl and there wasn't much to take pictures of... well, except perhaps for Michele's bellybutton. *g*She's DEFINITELY too sexy for her shirt

~ 3 coins donated



Happy New Year, Baby!

January 4, 2002

Well, I did end up going to North Carolina for a long weekend despite my injury. The drive down was pretty uneventful. On Saturday we drove to Cary to pick up a tuxedo for a party that night. Even though they screwed up the sizes I must admit that I looked smashing, dah-ling. Although it makes you wonder why they even bother to take measurements; I've never had a tux fit correctly the first time I try it on.

We had lunch and then had to scurry up the highway to Oxford. Karen (yes, I know that there are many Karen's in our little family, but this one is mine.) had plans to visit her voice coach at his lovely historic home. And I do mean lovely and historic. The house was absolutely amazing. As soon as I walked in the double front doors I found myself in a huge foyer with a 10 foot tall Christmas tree on the left, an upright piano on the right and a wide staircase at the opposite end. On either side of the foyer were openings (I hesitate to call them doorways as there were no doors and they measured roughly 8 feet high by 6 feet wide.) that led off into other rooms such as a formal living room, a sitting room, a bedroom and a dining room.

Evelyn, Karen's friend and occassional singing partner, and her beau Lance were already there when we arrived. It was just a social visit to exchange gifts and do a little singing. That is to say Karen and Evelyn sang while Lance sat in the living room and I napped in the sitting room. I hadn't slept well the night before and the pain medicine made me very sleepy. I just sort of dozed in and out of consciousness for about an hour and felt much better by the time we left.

Saturday night we attended a dressup party with another couple. Karen wore a black leather corset, black leather miniskirt and high-heeled boots. I wore the aforementioned tuxedo and a bib. *eg* There isn't much else to say about the party except that it was hot and crowded and we didn't stay very long. Some of the outfits (or lack thereof) were rather... um, stimulating though. So yeah, I think that's all I should say about that.

Sunday was a big sleep in late day and that evening we drove back to Raleigh to pay homage to LadyPrivy on the occassion of her birthday. We had dinner at the Hibernian Pub and sat around for a couple hours talking and laughing. I met some people that I hadn't had the chance to know and heard some news about a forthcoming wedding but was sworn to absolute secrecy. Not really a hard task for me as I don't know any of the involved party anyway.

Monday was another sleep-in-late and watch movies day. In the evening we headed over to Lance's house for a little New Year's Eve celebration. Lance lives at the end of a culdesac in a two-storey home. Evelyn and LadyPrivy were already there when we arrived and enjoying the benefits of Lance's BIG screen t.v. and entertainment center. Soon we all ate and then settled in to watch some of the Sex In The City marathon on HBO. I know, but if you've been keeping track you'll have noticed the estrogen overload present in the house.

After a couple hours of watching rich, young, white women whine about their lives we decided to play a Clue. We finished that at about 11:30pm and went outside to "blow some shit up" as Evelyn put it. It seems, at some time in the past, Lance cleaned out a small Mexican village of all their available fireworks. So the five of us stood outside in the freezing cold and shot off bottle rockets, firecrackers, fountains, fireworks, parachutes and roman candles in the middle of the culdesac. Some neighbor kids came out and cheered us on. They counted down the last few seconds of 2001 for us since none of us were exactly sure of the time. We then had a champagne/sparkling cider toast (the five of us, not the neighbor kids), cleaned up the firework trash and went back inside to play Pictionary.

All in all it was a very nice long weekend spent with my sweetie and ended entirely too soon.

~ 4 coins donated